Love
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being “in love” which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.
From Captain Corelli’s Mandolin
Na Fikr-e-Ferda , Na yaad-e- maazi
Na chain dil ko , Na beqarari
Na had say guzra hua janoon woh
Na khamoshi wo pehlay jesi
Bus ik udasi he dheemi dheemi
Bus aik khamosh si be-qarari
Jo zindagi ke adhooray pan ko
Hadon say agay berha rehi he
TERI YAAD AA REHI HE
Socho to sab insan kitnay aik jesay hotay hain. Khushi , gham, udasi, chahat, mohabat… sab jazbay aik jesay. bus shayid farq he to jazbon k izhar ka.
Kabhi kabhi kesay kisi aur ki kahi baat ap ki soch ko bayan ker deti he. jesay yeh pyari si nazam.
Aasim bhi to mujhay aisay hi yaad atay hain na. Halka Halka sa dard her waqt, her pal.
Zindagi
Zindagi ka maqsad kya he….
What is the purpose of life.
¿Cuál es el propósito de la vida.
Quel est le but de la vie.
的目的是什么生活。
Ποιος είναι ο σκοπός της ζωής.
Uncertainty
I dont know what to say and what to write and what to think. The uncertainty is huanting me.
I lost myself some where , some how . I am not me any more.
I stop painting
I quit skeching.
I stop playing with colours.
I dont have any colors (beleive it or not)
i dint made any thing for …, i dont know…, it seems i didnt made anything since my whole life.
and now
i stop reading poetry, i jz stop reading ….
and i forget how to wrire
and the thing which is haunting me most is
I cant pray. My duas and my namaz become so soul less. ITS NOT ME AT ALL.
I am a dead man now.
I am a zombie. I eat n drink n walk n talk with no emotions, NO LIFE
Stupid
I am stupid and I am idiot and I am nonsense that i beleive what I beleive.
Love and Jealousy
AT 3 o clock night i found myself reading “Love and jealousy”. Hahaha
Oh no, m not reading it to forward to Fudge……( Thats make me worry now)
Thanks God i have an ability to learn from others mistakes and behaviours otherwise i wud say “Mujhay koi faraq nahi perta” 🙂
Sometimes i feel internet is my best friend. I just entered in chat room. Bug a person and said “I am in very bad mood”. He said “oh why, what can i do to make your mood bettter”. and he definately made my mood better by listening me half hour.
Then i stepped out of caht room. He became no1 and i became No1.
My chocolate and Icecream
I talked to zen for one hour today on phone. Image that at the age of 2 years
she talks that much…. oo’lalla but we talked and talked and talked and then i
asked her to sing me a poem ‘titli uri’ which is also the favourite of
Ash’z too . Ash snatched the phone from zen and they began to fight. Both
wanted to sing me the poem (Oh look how VIP i am 😉 ) Ash only 1 year but
ufff too much naughty and too much active (MashaAllah).
Zen and Ash are my chocolate and Ice cream, Sweetness of My Life.
The only sweetness of my life.
oh and Asim is my pizza… yum yum. I Never say NO to pizza… Salty and Tasty
ISHQ
Ishq….
Jo sab say pehlay RAB-E-WAHID say serzad hua…
‘US’ nay apnay aap ko dekha aur apnay aap per aashiq ho gya, Apnay NOOR say zaida usay koi shay kesay haseen lag sakti thi, tab ‘US’ nay kaha
“ALLAH Haseen he aur Apnay husn say mohabat kerta hai “
US ka noor jab sarapa may zahir hua to ‘US’ nay usay tamam kaaynat’on k haseen aur kamil tareen basher ka libaada pehnaya, phir apnay bandon ko hukm dia keh jo mujh tak aana chahay wo Meray Habib (SAW) say Ishq kay waseelay say aay.
Yeh ishq-e-majazi k hukm ki ibtida thi, jis k baghair Ishq-e-haqeeqi ka daman hath aata hi nahi…
Azal say insan ki fitrat may wadi’yat kiya gya yeh jazba jab jab apnay rukh say hijab serkata he…..
unhoni’an janam leti hain…..
Misal’ain takhleeq hoti hain….
dastan’ain banti hain….
Love or To be Loved
Love or to be Loved?
The old question strikes me again. I asked it so many times to every one and 80 percent people replied they wud choose “To be Loved”. I know i have all the happiness one cud wish for if i choose ‘To be loved ‘ but how cud i choose to be loved coz all i wished for is ‘My Love’
I choose to Love and I love a man who dont love me, who dont even likes me, who dont care about me, who do what ever he wanna do, for whom i am nothing , nothing at all. Who always keep teasing me, keep taunting on me. Who just care what he likes and what he wants, who just wana play ‘take-take’.
Oh i am so fucked up with his attitude.
But i love him so much. So much that it sometimes irritates me myself.
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